LYRICS

GHOST BRIDE

You walked through the doorand into my life.You got down on your kneesand made me your wife.You told me the thingsthat girls long to hear.But words are deceiving,Mr. Cavalier.Your vows were a joke,You murdered my heart.Now I’m gonna haunt you –Til death do us part.

I’m gonna haunt you until the end of time, time.You made a promise you’d always be mine.Now, I’m gonna haunt you until the day I die.You are my husband and I’m your Ghost Bride.

Green Card Wedding…

She looks just like me,but I bet she’s at peace.Baby, you told meyou wanted to die with me.I watch from aboveas you drown her with love. But when you close your eyesIt’s me you’re dreaming of.

I’m gonna haunt you until the end of time, time.You made a promise you’d always be mine.Now, I’m gonna haunt you until the day I die.You are my husband and I’m your Ghost Bride.

Green Card Wedding…You will pay one day.

Mrs. Hypochondriac

I cannot feel my body. I cannot feel my face.My legs are pins and needlesand my mind is a disgrace.I see in double vision,so there’s more of you to admire.Got a freaky dispositionand my soul is on fire.

My name is Mrs. Hypochondriac.I just had my fifth heart attack.I can’t breathe and I need a tracheotomy. Mrs. Hypochondriac – A Medicated Maniac. Just meet me in the basementof my infirmary.

I think I need a Doctorto heal me from my pain.Someone call the Surgeon.I got bullets in my brain. Baby, won’t you help me find the remedy?It’s the only way to get you to take good care of me.

They call me Mrs. Hypochondriac. I just had my fifth heart attack.I can’t breathe and I need a tracheotomy. Mrs. Hypochondriac – A Medicated Maniac. Just meet me in the basementof my infirmary.

And he’s gonna read me bedtime stories.He’s gonna love me in all my glory. I’ll be serenaded and slightly sedated. In sickness and health, we’ll never be separated.

Nemesis

Ravens and Scorpions don’t know where I’m going.My GPS wheelchair has no way of knowing. Babies as accessories have got me thinkin’.Sepia Suburbia has got me drinkin’.

She’s a Cleavage and Crucifix Lady in the making.But you can’t have both, honey. Who you think you faking?He’s the King of Superlatives and you better agree.There just was no room in that relationship for me.

It’s a Concrete World and a Plastic Ocean.Your moonshine bathtub makes a poisonous potion.Mother wanted patience but we didn’t obey.So, my piano and I are leaving today.

And you buy yourself a Wife.And you buy yourself a Life.And you bounce around my heart on yourgiant trampoline in the Amazon.And you think you have it made.Marijuana Lemonade.And you hijack my heart on your big aero-plane and you crash it down. You crash it down.

I talk to myself in these morning conversations.We’re just worlds apart, babe-Distant Constellations.Into the darkness, I know you won’t follow.Mi amor, you’re my Narcissist-Apollo.

Colorblind

You are Colorblind, boy. What you see is never what you get.You are Colorblind, boy.What you need is never what you get.I can hear your voice, darling, but I don’t hear what you say.I can hear your voice, baby, but you never do things my way.

If I told you what I hear inside of my head, you would die every night and that would be just fine.If you showed me what you see when you look into me,I would laugh until I cry, cuz you are Colorblind.

Drink your cabernet, honey. That’s the only way to heal.Drink your cabernet, honey. That’s the only way we’ll feel.Wear your cellophane, darling. I can see through your veneer.Wear your cellophane, boy.Transcendental sparkle crystal clear.

If I told you what I hear inside of my head, you would die every night and that would be just fine.If you showed me what you see when you look into me,I would laugh until I cry, cuz you are Colorblind.

What do you perceive, baby, when you see red and green?Do you feel my heart in black and white?Show me what you see when you look into me.I will laugh until I cry, cuz you are Colorblind.

Marie

Oh, Marie.Life is never what it seems like.We had so many dreamswhen we were young and carefree.

We played by the sea.I was John Lennon and you McCartney.With your hand tugging my sleeve,there was nothing we couldn’t achieve.

You ran off at sixteento be the only beauty queen.You were wise and so pristine then.You could have been anything.

Oh, Marie.Life is never what it seems.You can plan and preparebut please beware:Life will humble you.

Oh, I can see you inside of my brain.Oh, I can hear your voice.You still remain.

There’s a little baby birdwith so much life to give.There’s a little baby birdwith not much time to live.She withers and fades.Beautiful Decay.

Scraps on a Bone. He feeds me Scraps on a Bone.

Is it Bad?

Is it bad that I’d rather stare at a wallthan stare into your eyes?Is it bad that I’d rather feel out of placethan wear a disguise?Is it bad that I’d rather spend the afternoonall by myself?Can’t you see? This is me and my reality.I could never be someone else.

Is it bad that I’d rather hold a microphonethan hold onto your hand?Is it bad that I’d rather face the world alonethan have you as my man?Is it bad that I’d rather spend the nightalone in bed?Can’t you see? This is me and my anatomy. I could never be her instead.

And you said you would take me to the Crystal Castle.You said you wouldbe my Forever Chapter.You said you wouldtake me to the Eiffel Tower.You lied. And we died.Now I would like my life back.

Little girl, this world is not what it seemsso, don’t mind what they say.All it takes is one man to shatter your dreamsand take your smile away.Little girl, don’t let him put your soulup on the shelf.Take it from me, he is not what you need.You are better off by yourself.Don’t ever be someone else.I could never be, I can’t be.I could never be someone else.

And the music in my mindwill save me every time.Just one sweet melodyand I know I’ll be just fine.

There’s a feeling in my veinsthat I will love again.The battle’s done and I am still standing. I’m finally home. I am home.

At the station

I’m at the stationtaking applicationsfor a life coach and a savior.I need some instructionon how I’m supposed to functionin this typhoon lackadaisy.If one and one and one is three,Baby, won’t you rescue me?I promise to be your favorite flavor. Yeah.To avoid complication,I’ll take my medication.You’re a Cocaine Casanova.For a taste of salvation,I’ll join your congregation.If you show me the way,I’ll give you my money.If one and one and one is three,Baby, won’t you rescue me?I promise to be your favorite stranger. Yeah.There’s a labyrinth in my soul, you see.Baby, please enlighten me.And I’ll try. I’ll try.Cuz I’m at the stationtaking applicationsfor a life coach and a savior.Please leave your donationsfor mental stimulation.If I work real hard,I won’t be a failure.If one and one and one is three,Baby, won’t you rescue me?I promise to be your favorite danger. Yeah.I promise to be your favorite flavor. Yeah.

YOU CAN'T HAVE THAT

I’ll give you my heartand a locket full of sorrow.I’ll give you my dreamsand a promise of tomorrow.I will give you it all, my love.But you can’t have that.No, I can’t give you that.I’ll give you my brainand a list of my prescriptions.I’ll give you my doctor’s nameand my addictions.I will give you it all, my love.But you can’t have that.No, I can’t give you that.Cuz I’m on a roadthat nobody knows.It’s cold. It’s dark. I’m hungry.But you came alongwith your wings and a song.Now I’m simply devoted to you, to you.I’ll give you my gunand the vault to all my weapons.I’ll give you my diarywith my confessions.I will give you it all, my love.But you can’t have that.No, I can’t give you that.

THE MAUSOLEUM

Daddy was a good man.You grew up strong.You grew up right and that aint easy.But Daddy had to leave this landprematurely and surelythat aint easy.But when it’s cold outside,I’m sure you’d like to see him.He’ll be hanging ‘round with mein the mausoleum.Johnny was a good husband.He left for war in ‘64and you got lonely.You were busy making other plans.You made a lover of his brotherand spent his money.And when he died alone, the angels came to see him.He’ll be hanging ‘round with mein the mausoleum.And the consensus isGod would not do this.I’ve seen it all beforebut never at my door.And if I die before I wake,I know your heart will surely break.But I promise to wait for youin the mausoleum.Baby never had a chance.Mommy didn’t want himso she drowned her sorrow.Booze and pills and circumstanceleft her with an empty criband no tomorrow.And when the baby was born,the doctors rushed to see him.He’ll be hanging ‘round with me in the mausoleum.He’ll be hanging ‘round with me in the mausoleum.They’ll be hanging ‘round with mein the…

I WOULD

If I could live inside my dreams,I would, I would, I would.And float along strawberry streams,I would, I would, I would.I’d look at you through shades of blue.You would feel me through galaxies.I’d spend the day dreaming away.I would, I would, I would.Don’t you know I would, I would, I would.There’s a man in gray leading the way.He says he likes my vertebrae.“We all look the same in the end,” I said.“Brand New. Brand New. Brand New.”Don’t you know we do? We do, We do.If you leave me, I won’t blame you.I would leave me too.If you stay, I’ll run awayso either way we’re doomed.If you love me, baby, show me.I can’t read your brain.If you save me, I’ll go crazytrying to be sane.If you leave me, I will stay.If you don’t, I’ll surely run away.If you do, I’ll likely change my mind.If you don’t, I guess I’ll see you next time.

BEAUTIFUL BUREAUCRAT

Twisted thoughts in this hurricane brain of mine.If you love me, why do you run?Time is like a mountain.You keep climbing and climbingbut eventually your shoes are gonna roll on down.Restless body, why can’t you sleep again?If you love me, why can’t I heal?Time is an autumn leaf in the windand we all know that tree is gonna be cut down.Take a pill for this. Take a pill for that.Too much oxygen is gonna make you fat.Make a list for this. Make a list for that,My Beautiful Bureaucrat.Aching heart, what am I to do with you?If you love me, hurt someone else.Time is like the ocean.You keep sailing and sailingbut your half-mast flag is upside down.Take a pill for this. Take a pill for that.Too much oxygen is gonna make you fat.Make a list for this. Make a list for that,My Beautiful Bureaucrat.And in the end, I love you.I’m afraid I always will.And in the end, I love you.I’m afraid I always will.

VICODIN & SOY

When you wake up all alone in the afternoonand that migraine is pounding your head,Do you reach out for me to give you comfort?Or do you reach for the bottle instead?You’ve got Vicodin and Soy.You’ve got your plans made, boy.Vicodin and Soy.You’ve got your mind made, boy.When you wake up all alone in the aftermathand my anthem is haunting your ears,Do you reach out for me, begging forgiveness?Or do you reach out for those wasted years?Vicodin and Soy.You’ve got your plans made, boy. Vicodin and Soy.You’ve got your mind made, boy.When you wake up all alone in the afterlifeand the cobwebs have captured your heart,Will you reach out for me for your survival?Or will you reach out for a brand new start?Vicodin and Soy.You’ve got your plans made, boy.Vicodin and Soy.You’ve got your mind made, boy.I hardly remember you.I hardly remember you…Vicodin and Soy. (4xs)

SAINT DAMIEN

Hold me close. Drink my poison.Leprosy is the death of me.I could be your Mia Farrowbut you will see what you want to see.And what would Saint Damien say?Would he laugh, frown or pray?Where is the love that I long for?Gone with the dawn of the day.Hold me close for one last moment.Make sure to wear your Hazmat suit.I could be your Pollyannabut you prefer your germ pursuit.And what would the Governor say?Would he give you a high five or pray?Where is the love that I long for?Gone with the dawn of the day.And what would the aliens say?Would they hide in their spaceship and pray?Where is the love that I long for?Gone with the dawn of the day.

SILHOUETTES AND SHADOWS

Silhouettes and shadowsare haunting my brain.I can hear them laughingfrom miles away.I can feel their footstepsinside of my veins-Rushing through my Madhouse Masquerade.Even when it’s bedtime,they crawl through my skin-Alien abductionof my best friend.I can hear their chatter from here to Berlin-Megaphone invasion once again.We don’t know where your love will go.When you let it out, would you let me know?When the day is done and the lights are low,Would you help me out?Would you help me please?Cuz in the night I flee to my traveling trapeze.But the serpent's come for me again.Silhouettes and shadows are haunting my brain again.I can hear my heartbeat from my front door. I can feel your scalpel inside of my cranium-Chiseling my cocoonforevermore.We don’t know where your love will go.When you let it out, would you let me know?When the day is done and the lights are low,Would you help me out?Would you help me please?Cuz in the night I fly to my circus in the sky.But the vultures watch me die again.I am not a butterfly. You are not a cat.Even if we disagree, I would promise you that.Silhouettes and shadows. (Haunting my brain again)

PANGAEA

Pangaea – Such a lovely place to be-a.World was one. Life was simple.Make believe-a that you’re here with me-a.Time stands still. Life is simple.Cuz I’d rather be picking berriesfor you and for me.You can do the hunting and we’ll marryand live by the sea.I’d rather be picking berriesfor you and for me.You can do the hunting and we’ll marryand kill the machines.Panacea, can you hear my plea-a?Heal my pain. Heal my sorrow.Can’t you see-a what the world could be-a?No more war. Life is simple.Cuz I’d rather be picking berries for you and for me.You can do the hunting and we’ll marryand live by the sea.I’d rather be picking berriesfor you and for me.You can do the hunting and we’ll marryand kill the machines.Baby, if you want me to, I’ll be your girland save the worldwith love and peacebut that’s not me.Baby, if you wanna swim into the coreof Earth’s front door,then follow me to Pangaea.

MY PIANO AND I

I don’t believe in Earthling Inventions.I only believe in My Piano and I.I don’t believe in other dimensions.I don’t believe in time.You’ve got a way of making my heart singriddles and fables and facts.But I don’t believe in love and affection.I’ve never been good at that.Hold on tight. Lullaby.Make it right. Lullaby.I don’t believe in Human Complications.I only believe in My Piano and I.I don’t believe in trivial conversations.I don’t believe we die, we die.Hold on tight. Lullaby.Make it right. Lullaby.Hold on tight. Lullaby.Make it right. Lullaby.

BUZZIN' IN MY BRAIN

There’s a buzzin’ in my brainI really can’t explain.I think about it before they make me go to bed.There’s a dream inside my soul.Don’t wanna let it go.I talk about it to the friends inside my head.I wear my straitjacket at nightso someone can hold me tight.The blue one makes me sleepyand then I feel alright.There’s a buzzin’ in my brainthe nurse tried to explain.She says it’s from the current of electricity.There’s an aching in my heartI felt right from the start.Too bad the buzzin’ has replaced my memory.Cuz if I make it out alive,I’ll meet you in the sky.We’ll buzz around like beesand talk about world peace.If you want me to, I could love you.If you want me to, I probably could love you.If you want me to, I could love you.If you want me to, I probably could love you.

CASKET SALESMAN

I fell in love with a casket salesman.I don’t know who he is or where he came from.He wraps me in blue velvet for slumber sessionsBut I can’t sleep and I can’t speak.He sold my soul to the devil in exchange for a hot air balloon. But I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care.Cuz, baby, when I look at you,I don’t care what you say or doto me. I believe.You’re the one I’m dreaming of.Baby, this is graveyard love.Can’t you see? You’re killing me.With you is where I wanna be.Baby, won’t you bury me?Please, my casket salesman.We tap-dance on tombstones until the sun awakens.I got my owl eyes open just in case he’s a-fakin’He throws away my love like it’s a paper aero-plane.Fly away. Fly away.He traded in my broomstick for a lousy magic carpet ride.But I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care.Cuz, baby, when I look at you,I don’t care what you say or doto me. I believe.You’re the one I’m dreaming of.Baby, this is graveyard love.Can’t you see? You’re killing me.With you is where I wanna be.Baby, won’t you bury me?Please, my casket salesman.So, who are you my casket salesman?We’ve got all the time in the world to find out.Wake me on the other side.Baby, with you I’d like to kill some time.So, who are you my casket salesman?We’ve got all the time in the world to find out.Wake me on the other side.Baby, with you I’d like to kill some time.Baby, with you I’d like to kill some time.Bury me beside you and we’ll kill some time.Bury me beside you and I’ll make you mine.

CIRCUS COSMOS

I saw you in my bedroom again last nightcroaking on a toadstool with your bagpipe.I saw you in the corner sipping Singapore Slingswith the lizards and dragons and fairy-tale kings.“Welcome to Small Town,” she says to me.“We’ve got endangered species and absinthe dreams.”The flowerbeds are blooming on my windowsill.Bombs keep falling. The army’s dressed to kill.You are the photograph I’ve never seen.You are my phantom, the fountain of dreams.I’ve been living in a mortuary my whole life long.There’s a vampire in the closet smiling at me.He casts spells with chocolate and coconut cream.The rabbit hole is waiting outside my cave.My tightrope is burning. We must be saved.You are the photograph I’ve never seen.You are my phantom, the fountain of dreams.I’ve been living in a mortuary my whole life long, my whole life long.And if I could, I’d film my dreamsand show you what’s inside.We’d watch them on the silver screenand you would run and hide.And if I could, I’d chop up my brainand show you what’s in there.We’d fly her on a big jet planein a box that says “Handle with Care.First Class for Major Repairs”You are the photograph I’ve never seen.You are my phantom, the fountain of dreams.I’ve been living in a mortuary my whole life long, my whole life long. My whole life long, my whole life long.

RECLUSE

I’m a recluse, baby.I don’t know what to do.I’m a recluse, baby.I don’t know what to do.I’m a recluse, baby. (I don’t know why).I’m a recluse, honey. (I don’t know why).I’m a recluse, baby.I don’t know what to do.Visiting hours begin at noonCan you hear me, baby? (I hope you hear me).Can you hear me, darling? (I hope you do).I’m a recluse, baby.I don’t know what to do, to do.If you want to see me (I’m just a recluse),better wait in line (Just a recluse).If you want to see me,please schedule a timeI’m a recluse, babyand I’m feeling fine.If you make me move,I can’t make you mine.Cuz I’m a recluse, baby.I don’t know what to do.I don’t know what to do.I don’t know what to do.I’ll see you in my room, my room.

THE METROSEXUALS

He walks into the room so gracefully.The boy is more delicate than me, you see.He borrows my make-up and my new black dress.He looks so pretty but I must confess:The metrosexuals are coming to town.Boy, give me back my lip-gloss.The metrosexuals are coming to town.Ladies, maybe it’s time to lock up all your clothesand hide the secrets no one knows.It’s time to change back the rulesand make him take back his jewels.The metrosexuals are coming to town.Boy, give me back my lip-gloss.The metrosexuals are coming to town.Baby, can’t you see? If you give me back my shine,boy, I just might make you mine.And if you give me back my brassiere,I’ll nominate you man of the year.I said, are you gonna be my manOr just another Dapper Dan?Are you gonna fight for meIn armor or in my black panties?Because the metrosexuals are coming to town.Boy, give me back my lip-gloss.The metrosexuals are coming to town.Baby, you’re crazy.You gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go go go.Baby, if you want me, you can have me.Baby, if you save me, you can wear the panties.You know you want to.

BLACK CLOUD

You could be my perfect dreamand I could be your black cloud.You could be my rainbow beamand I could be your black cloudBlack cloud, Black cloud.I could be your black cloud.Can you feel my vacancy?It's scattered in the darkest sky.Thunder crashes calling mespeak louder than your sweet good-byeBlack cloud, Black cloud.I could be your black cloud.I'd like to be your black cloud.I'll be your black cloud.Black cloud. Black cloud.I could be your black cloud.And do you even know the dreams that we let die?The storm has taken over me. Hush now, don't you cry.And do you even know the dreams we left behind?And do you even know it's raining in my mind?It's raining in my mind.You could be my perfect dreamand I could be your black cloud.Black cloud, Black cloud.I could be your black cloud.I'd like to be your black cloud.I'll be your black cloud.Black cloud. Black cloud.I'd like to be your black cloud.I'll be your black cloud. (I’ll be yours).I'll be your black cloud. (I’m yours).I'm your black cloud.

AAHHH

Aahhh.What is your plan commander?Caviar Propaganda?What is the real solution?Counterfeit Constitution?Aahhh.Ventriloquist Magician.Impostor Politician.Nuclear Generation.Dictator Masturbation.Aahhh.Cuz you do what you doand you say what you want-Such a beautiful regime.With your champagne lifeand your botox wife,living the American Dream.So do what you doand say what you want.Choose your own history.Take your happy pills.Pass your liberty bills.Love your machine.Aahhh.(Freedom. Lies. Terror. Cries.Bloody Skies. Grand Prize)Baby, shut your little eyes.Baby, eat all your freedom fries.Cuz I got word todaythe end is coming soon.Won’t you come out and play?Meet me at the sand dunes.Baby, shut your little eyes.Baby, eat all your freedom fries.Cuz I got word today the enemy is near.But I know where he lives.You can find him in the mirror.

AMY

Amy, I often wonder whywe had to leave our playthingsbehind, behind.Maybe, the fear of what I’d find,oh, you know, it forced me to leave my baby beanbehind, behind.Are you a teacher now or a mother?Your poetry reads like a dreamof you, of you.And your house on the hill is falling down.And the boy chasing us home - he is falling down.Daddy’s little girl, oh, you know she sometimes falls down.The tide is coming in now. The waves fall down.We all fall down. But not you. Not you.Amy, they say no regretsbut in all of my days, I wish I had stayedwith you, with you. Amy.

MARTIAN RENDEVOUS

Flying in the sky to a place I’ve never known.Feeling oh so high cuz I’m finally going home.Following the Sun in my best space suit.My family is waiting. What will I say?Life on Mars is not that far.Everyone is waiting there.If you believe in Life on Mars,boy, I will take you there.My boy, I’d love to take you there.Feeling uninspired by the humanoids on Earth.Teacup travelers are the ones who know the truth.Floating slowly to Mars. Hookah dreams can go far.Mom and Dad are waiting. What will they say?Life on Mars is not that far.Everyone is waiting there.If you believe in Life on Mars,boy, I will take you there.My boy, I’d love to take you there.Purple Galaxy. Land of the Free.Wizard Dreams and Martian Schemes-That is where I’ll be.Won’t you sail with me to infinity?Playground rocks and lemon drop tea-Won’t you go to Mars with me?

LUNA

There is a lady who only I can see.Through the sky she wanders.In the night she sets me free.She tells me secrets and wishes on a star.Every night she saves me.She’s not afraid of who we are.And we fly into the hollows.Set us free. Set us free. Set us free.As she lights the way, I follow.I can see. I can see. I can see.There is a lady who wipes away my tears.But in the dawn she leaves meon my own to face my fears.

ASPHYXIA

Welcome to the wasteland.Close your eyes, take hold of my hand.I will lead you through the barren streetswhere paranoid creatures pray in their sleep.You and I will make it through this bitter life.We'll make it through tonight.For the infomercial gasmask will save usfrom the apocalyptic suburbia demise.For the infomercial gasmask will save us once again.We are in the waiting roomchoking on these methane fumes.Who will lead me to the gentle rainthat will cleanse me of my toxic pain?Wash away my pain tonight.Everything will be alright.For the infomercial gasmask will save usfrom the apocalyptic suburbia demise.For the infomercial gasmask will save us once again."Welcome to the wasteland," my mother said to me."Welcome to the wasteland. There's just so much to see.Welcome to the wasteland, my sweetest baby."You're a baby now. Just a baby now.You're a baby now. Just a baby now.You're a baby now.

GHOSTDREAM

It's my birthday. Strange to find you near.Where have you been hiding? I have been right here.I feel you when I sleep and see you in my dreams.Everything is hazy. At least that's what it seems.Hey, it's my birthday. Hey, it's my birthday.I have been waiting. Where can you be?I hear you calling, calling for me.I have been waiting. Where can you be?I hear you calling but I can't see.Your writing makes it clear. You're only halfway here.With one foot out the door, you leave me wanting more.I know you cannot stay so I turn to run away.You reach out your hand. Now I understand.Hey, it's my birthday. Hey, it's my birthday.I have been dreaming. What did you say?Your voice is fading so far away.I have been dreaming. What did you say?Your voice is fading. I've lost my way.Oh, I can feel you when I sleep.Oh, I can see you in my dreams.How will you find me when I awake?Morning is coming. Wish you could stay.

AVALON

Some men are born to fight.Others are born to breed.You prefer to hide in Avalon, Avalon.I almost taste your lips.Senses can be wasted.You're withering away in Avalon, Avalon.You can't. You can't. I know, you can't.You are the brightest around the edges.You can't. You can't. I know, you can't.Fortunes are easy to make.Good luck making plans.Your secret's safe with me in Avalon, Avalon.

CONFESSIONS TO THE UNDERTAKER

I'm searching the graveyard for a soul like my ownand luring the spirits to break free from their stone.I'm searching the graveyard for a soul like my own.Only the undertaker knows.I'm dancing in circles beneath the cemetery skyand praying for moonlight to allow your soul to fly.I'm dancing in circles beneath the cemetery sky.All of the angels pass on by.And it seems like all the fog is floating througha witch's heart, a cauldrons brew.And I never knew that life could feel this trueuntil I met the ghost of you.So, I'll keep searching the graveyard for a soul like my ownand luring the spirits to break free from their stone.I'm searching the graveyard for a soul like my own.Only the undertaker knows. Only the undertaker knows.Only the undertaker knows.

ELEGY

Hey little sister, come out and play.You look so peaceful. Why don't you stay?I guess I should have known that he'd come for you.I guess I'm all alone and he'll find me too.Hey little dreamer, lay down your head.You can rest now. It's time for bed.Your blanket keeps you safe. The piano chimes.I kiss your dearest face for the final time.Hey little darling, we grew so old.You're in the window of my soul.The sun begins to set as you leave the room.Your tiny footsteps will guide me soon.Oh, I will see you soon. Oh, I will see you soon.Oh, my little girl, we will never ever die.Oh, we'll live forever, little girl, you and I.Oh, little girl, we will never say good-bye.Oh, we'll live forever, little girl, you and I.Hey little sister, come out and play.You look so peaceful. Why don't you stay?

ORDINARY DEITY

So, you think I'm in desperate need of therapyand it's your right to diagnose me.Well, I'll have you know boy, this whole world is insane.That includes you and your vanity campaign.I never thought you would stop believingin the girl who guided you.And I never dreamed you would ever deceive me.Who are you?Who are you? It's about time that I knew.Who are you? I'll tell you.You're such a gemini. I've been a fool.Don't feed me an alibi I'll have to overrule.You said you'd be there when my black hair turns gray.Now there is nothing more you could say.Don't say a word now. Don't say a word.Don't you say a word boy. Don't you say a word.So, you think I'm in desperate need of therapy.Looks like good-bye will be my perfect remedy.Good-bye. Good-bye. Good-bye. Good-bye.Little girl, he's gonna break your heart.Little girl, he will break your heart.Little girl, he's gonna break your heart.Little girl, he will break your heart.

BIG BOX, LITTLE BOX

Apathetic baby, let's check ourselves in.We're both a little crazy and lost in our skin.It would be so lovely to lose ourselves now.Just meet me 'round the corner from my halfway house.If you could tell the voicesin your head there's nothing wrong,we would talk for hoursin our sleep all night long.We would talk all night long again.Lists on yellow paper are saving the world,at least for a crazy boy and his girl.Helicopter nightmares invading our bed,they cause chemical reactions in your sleepy head.If you could tell the voicesin your head there's nothing wrong,we would talk for hoursin our sleep all night long.Throw out your medicine. Love's all you need.I'll never harm you boy. You're safe with me.If you could tell the voicesin your head there's nothing wrong,we would talk for hoursin our sleep all night long.In our little twister, oh, we, we whirl around.Floating here beside you, I am never coming down.I am never coming down again.Apathetic baby, let's check ourselves in.We're both a little crazy and lost in our spin.

STIGMA

Infect me with your disease.Wounds so obscene will never scrub clean.Poison me with treachery.Oh, how I plead for immunity.Will you still be my lover in these contagious times?How intimate. Tag, you're it.And all that we need is a scapegoat,Someone to blame for these burning flames.I'd take a ride in your lifeboatif you could see through all of my shame.Ruin me like I'm seventeen-Youth in exchange for my quarantine.Mangle me for eternity.Oh, I'm in need of your sympathy.All that we need is a scapegoat,Someone to blame for these burning flames.I'd take a ride in your lifeboat, boy,if you could see through all of my shame.Will you still be my lover in this contemptuous life?Now I pronounce you man and wife.All that we need is a scapegoat,Someone to blame for these burning flames.I'd take a ride in your lifeboatif you could see through all of my shame.Just like a child, I want to be free.No longer plagued by impurity.Just like a child, I want to be wiseand view the world through immaculate eyes.

SWINGSET

I am waiting for the endon a swingset with my friend.Let's swim through the stars.We are floating very highin an ocean current sky.Let's swim through the stars.We have been waiting for our time to slip away.Beautiful angel, we are alive today.We are starting to drownas the waves are crashing down.Hold onto my hand.It is wonderful to bepart of man's final history.Hold onto my hand.We have been waiting for our time to slip away.Beautiful angel, we are alive today.Ooh, We have truly lived a lie.Ooh, Feel the pessimistic sky.Ooh, I'm so glad you're by my side.Ooh, It's now our time to shine.I can't breathe, I can't see.Sweetest angel, stay with me.I can't breathe, I can't see.Sweetest angel, stay with me.Stay, stay with me. Stay, stay with me.Stay, stay with me. Stay, stay with me.I am waiting for the endon a swingset with my friendand it's clear it's time to go home.

LADY X

I was walking in your gardenand your roses told me your secret.They said beauty still thrivesand that you kept them alive.Did you find your land of sunshinewhen you left your flowers behind?Because they say that day everything changed.Everything changed.How could you leave your daughter?She's your little girl.Your rose is beautiful alone in the world.How could you leave your daughter?You have the same eyes.Your pain is over but you left some behind.I was looking in your closetand your angels told me your reasons.They said you tried but the pain grew inside.Did you find your home built of diamonds?Would you do it over again?Because I say today nothing's the same.Nothing's the same.How could you leave your daughter?She's your little girl.Your rose is beautiful alone in the world.How could you leave your daughter?You have the same eyes.Your pain is over but you left some behind.Oh, you left us behind.

LAST LULLABY

I hear the sound of the sky falling down.How in the world can this be?I'm lost and found with my feet glued to the ground.Why, oh why, can't I breathe? I can't breathe.There is nothing to fear, though the end is so near.Hush, don't you weep. Try to get some sleep.You float so high like a spark in the sky.Who in the world can you be?Oh, my friend, will I see you again?Why, oh why, must I dream? Must I dream?There is nothing to fear, though the end is so near.Hush, don't you weep. Try to get some sleep.There is nothing to fear, though the end is so near.Hush, don't you weep. Try to get some sleep.